1 Come, thou who dost the soul endue
With sevenfold gifts of grace;
Come, thou who dost the world renew,
Author of peace, consoler true,
Spirit of holiness.

2 Thou didst the gospel-trumpet sound
O'er all the world afar;
And summon from their sleep profound
The dead, who lay in darkness round,
To hail the Morning Star.

3 Thine be all praise for evermore,
From all salvation's heirs;
Thy goodness, truth, and love, and power,
Let all created worlds adore
In holy hymns and prayers.

4 O thou, who teachest us to place
In thee our hope and trust,
The stains of former guilt efface,
Confirm the innocent in grace,
And glorify the just.